"Well, well, well, look who's climbed out of the pits of Detroit at last!" Several legs pitter gently in the darkness as the techno-organic adjusts herself, clearly using her alt-mode to her advantage. "Don't tell me you're still willing to challenge Megatron, Starscream." Huffing out a laugh, Blackarachnia, surprisingly, doesn't move to attack Starscream. Yet. "Then again... You've never been the brightest, have you? Whatever. This is between you and the Decepticons, after all. As long as you keep it that way, I don't have to get my pedipalps dirty. Do we have an understanding, little jet?"
"I think you mean 'the' Pit, my venomous dear. And at least I can climb out of it; pity you can't do the same with your hideous current state." He pretended to be struck by a thought. "How's that quest of yours to use the AllSpark as a cure coming along, hmm? Perhaps you'd like an expert in the subject to provide you a few tips." Optic twitching, he flared out his wings in a contemptuous flutter. "I seem to recall MURDERING that spawn of a glitch! So, unlike you, I succeeded in my revenge. Unlike you, I've enhanced my frame to a more rightful state! Unlike you, I accomplished in a previously considered impossible scientific endeavor!" 'Little?' Who was the Autobot-tiny femme calling little?? The Seeker sneered, "I believe we do have an 'understanding', if by that you mean I understand you're too busy begging for Autobot scraps to interfere in Deception matters too complicated for your semi-organic processor."
